Mu Yuehan considered herself not the kind of shallow person who judges by appearance.
In the past, many handsome talents had pursued her, but she didn’t even spare them a glance.
Moreover, in a cruel place like the Imperial Road, strength was far more important than looks.
However, Jun Xiaoyao's handsomeness was of a kind that could shake one’s heart.
It was as if one were seeing the most perfect and flawless thing in the world, stirring a deep emotion within.
At this moment, Mu Yuehan admitted that she was indeed moved.
"Can you play the flute for me now?" Jun Xiaoyao asked with a teasing expression, though there was a hint of indifference in his eyes.
It was as if he were toying with an interesting plaything.
Mu Yuehan bit her lip slightly, realizing that she found it hard to refuse.
She clearly should have said "no" decisively, but the words just wouldn’t come out.
Silently, she took out a jade flute.